Volume One, Chapter 50: The Uproar Over Handing in the Grain Tax

Every night, the villagers from Team Two and Team Three would come to bother Village Chief Yang. Driven to desperation, this evening he carried two chickens and two ducks up to the Youth Academy to find Lin Ranran.

“Secretary Lin, everyone knows they were wrong. Please don’t hold it against them anymore. Let them do some handicrafts, and you can accept their goods. If you must, cut the price; a dollar and fifty cents is fine. It only costs fifty cents anyway. If that’s still not acceptable, then make it a dollar.”

Lin Ranran replied, “When you do something wrong, you must pay the price. If not, tomorrow a few more comrades like Xia will emerge, and they’ll show their true colors all the same.”

“They truly understand their mistake this time. How about you accept their—” Village Chief Yang began.

Had it not been for those repeated battles, I would at best be a Dou Emperor or Dou Ancestor now. Perhaps, I might even have grown arrogant for having reached that level, for possessing such cultivation is enough to dominate the Jia Ma Empire.

Such coldness and rationality had always been his creed; he believed only in this way could he be strong enough to protect his younger sister.

“Do you know, I’ve wanted to punch you for a long time?” Li Chengqian suddenly raised his head, took a deep breath, then looked Zhao Chen straight in the eye and spoke.

Huang Yan hadn’t expected Lin Yu to suddenly shift the topic to Huang Scorpion, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond.

Chenxi was a clever man. He feared that if Yuna saw him revealing his “masculine nature,” she might decisively push him away and refuse any intimacy.

An Yi admired Ou He’s talent, and after hearing more stories from Lin Qingnuo about Ou He, his image in An Yi’s mind gradually became clearer; at least he was no longer that beggar-like “Sharp Brother.”

After flying nearly ten thousand kilometers in one direction, Link’s anger, stirred up and whipped by the fierce wind, slowly faded.

His conversation with Levina flowed unhindered, but the news he received was a mixture of joy and sorrow.

Blood turned into a thin mist, spreading through the surroundings. In the distance, countless trembling soldiers, gripping their weapons, watched this side in terror.

If those not of my kind must have hearts that differ, how much more so when the other is an alien race—not even a fellow planet dweller. There’s really nothing more to discuss.

Qin Feng drank his wine and said loudly, “General Zhang, what fine wine! This one’s for you.” With that, he poured himself a bowl, raised it, and drained it in one gulp.

Wende had no appetite for delicacies; she simply prodded the egg with her fork, smearing its golden yolk onto the toast.

Though she spoke with a breezy air, from the image she left behind, she was worlds away from “relaxed” and “carefree.”

Qin Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth; the effect was already apparent. At this rate, he would have the strongest army.

Those attending the classification exam were usually newcomers who had just entered for around two years, so none were very old.

The childlike thought of “I’ll treat well whoever treats me well” still lingered in her consciousness.

They were still using traditional cold weapons. If the enemy had used hot weapons to defeat him, he might have accepted it; but he never expected that the cold weapons, which he believed immune to physical attacks, could actually harm him.

The blade that should have been tightly gripped in his hand now spun through the air, crashed into the ceiling with a bang, then came crashing down at Liu Chuan’s left door.

Looking up at King Alexander-Andrews sitting high on his throne, Lane gradually regained his composure. The events had long since transpired; to assign blame now was meaningless. What mattered was the intention behind King Alexander-Andrews’ revelations.

Shi Yi burned with jealousy, glaring at Yuan Bao with a look that said, “I’ll kill you too to vent my anger.”

“How interesting!” Ye Feng faced Boss Zhang Hua directly. If he were to strike, this would be the perfect position, and his aura was already concentrated. Without at least the power of a Martial King, one could not achieve such a feat.

“The family headquarters sent people; they’re waiting for you in the living room!” Uncle Hong spoke with some urgency.

“Enough! I’m frustrated! Look at you two, exchanging glances. I’m just a third wheel here. I’ll leave you to it,” Li Siqing pretended to walk off.

“Protect her? Do you mean I would be a threat to her?” Chu Yan looked at K before him, full of doubts about the young man’s reasoning. Judging by his appearance, the young man seemed barely able to protect himself, let alone anyone else.

Zhou Ziyan’s heart trembled. Jiang Xueyan was confessing her feelings to him—how should he respond?

“Yay… That’s wonderful. Jingjing always knew Aunt loves her best!” Ding Jingjing said joyfully as she picked.

It was Allen’s first time hearing someone teach magic apprentices this way. Though unfamiliar with magic, his years of adventuring abroad had taught him a thing or two. Lane’s words clearly overturned much of Allen’s understanding, so Allen listened quietly, not interrupting.

Blade, Vanguard, and others felt neither envy nor jealousy; it was all routine and taken for granted. But Violet Lily and Wind Butterfly were quietly delighted.

Now that everyone knew I had this mysterious fruit wine, once the sanatorium was built, everyone would clamor for my supply. What sort of demand would that entail?

Xu Jiacheng dribbled slowly at first, then suddenly broke left. The defending player prepared to follow, but was immediately blocked by Zhao Kun stepping forward.

To revive the Demon God weapon, Jiang Ziya slaughtered countless civilians for sacrifice. Did you think these secrets hidden from us? We may be ordinary people, but we have the right to survive. We are not ants to be taken and killed at will.

According to Elder Tian’s understanding, his disciple Tian Yong should not have such a personality, but for some reason, he had changed dramatically.

After passing through the building, E Lai saw his old companion: a bald, pot-bellied elder dressed in traditional Tang clothing.

Even if Lingchen didn’t remind them, during the match, neither would hold back. Both had their pride. Whoever threw the match would insult the other. Neither Han Shengqi nor Yuan Xianglin would do such a thing.

The three walked down the mountain in silence. They had come with over twenty people, but returned with only themselves.

“You heard what he said earlier, didn’t you? At this point, you should have reached your decision,” Shui Dongliu said, kneading the white orb in his hand without looking up.

But he had still underestimated the terrifying power and backing of Eastern Defeat. Otherwise, he would never have dared rob such a villain.

“Refuse? Of course not. Han Shengqi knows this is his only chance to defeat Pan Jie. Pan Jie gives him the opportunity—how could he not seize it?” said a certain follower of Pan Jie.